Bad Name (McCree X Reader)

Chapter 10: Coming Clean

You open your eyes after a long sleep to find a lack of warmth by your side. You sit up and hear the TV from the other room.
"...Breaking news. The mayor of ...City is dead. He was found in his office late last night with a bullet wound to his left temple. But the police found an even more chilling discovery. The bullet used to kill the mayor was engraved with the word 'Hush,' the calling card of the infamous and deadly Whisper Killer of Ireland. The Whisper Killer has somehow made her way to the United States, and is at large. For your own safety, lock your doors, distance yourself from windows, and remain calm."
Jesse is sitting on the couch. He appears to be holding something, rolling it around in the palm of his hand. One of your engraved bullets. He looks up at you and shows you the bullet as he stands up and makes his way across the room to you.
"This yours?" He asks. The tone of his voice confuses you. A mix of anger, shock and betrayal, all forced behind cold, melancholy exterior. You've never seen Jesse like this.
You start to panic. "J-Jesse... I can explain--"
Your eyes begin to sting. Your stomach is in knots. You begin to shake. You start breathing strangely. You feel something you've never felt before.
Guilt. And it's unbearable.
Jesse, on the other hand, looks confused.
"Why're ya crying?" He asks, wiping your eye with his thumb. His affection only makes you feel like you've betrayed him even more.
"I-I'm sorry..." you stutter.
"What're ya sorry about?" Jesse exclaims, quite surprised. His reaction bewilders you.
"Y-you're not mad?"
Jesse starts to laugh. "{Y/N}, I'm a bounty hunter! We basically do the same thing! If I were mad at ya for killing people for money, I'd be a hypocrite!" He wraps his arms around you and pulls you into a gentle embrace.
You smile. "You're right," you say, "I didn't really think of that."
Letting go of you, Jesse walks back to the couch and sits down, beckoning you to sit with him. You do so and he puts his arm around your shoulders, causing you to instinctively nuzzle into him.
"So..." Jesse says, breaking the silence, "how much do ya get paid?"
You look up at him. "Last hit, I was paid $5,500,000." You say, smirking.
Jesse stands up. "$5,500,000?!? What the hell are ya doin' here?!?" He shouts, smiling.
You nervously look around as if someone is listening, then look back up at Jesse. You proceed to tell him your story. About how you were abandoned and turned to a life of crime and murder. About how you kill for money, and how it's the only way you stay alive. About how the Irish government was getting close to finding your base in the subway, so you had to flee the country. You talk about the cargo plane with its creepy pilot, the disguise, the fake name, everything. Almost everything.
You don't talk about Blue at all. You expect he'd be mad if you told someone about him without his consent. So you just leave him out of your story.
Jesse sits on the couch, listening intently to your story. When you finish, he leans back and looks up at the ceiling.
"Wow," he mutters, "I still can't believe it."
You get confused. "Believe what?"
"That my girlfriend is the Whisper Killer." He looks at you, leaning in and chuckling as he places his hand on top of yours. "But ya better be careful around here, or you're gonna give both of us quite the bad name."